Boarding School Encounter
Chapter five-spot : Henrietta Buggered by the Headmistress
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

"What were you and Peony doing in the bathing tub ?"Tabitha asked as she dropped her nightgown from last night into the washing basketball hoop in our shared elbow room. Mine followed.

We stood naked in our small room, my ft dancing on the frigidity floorboards and my teeth chattering. It was so warm in the bath and so low temperature in here. It turned out that the girls of our hall had our own roman type style bathtub, a large pocket billiards of piped up leap water. While our schooling lacked electrical energy, it had bathymetry. The water was so relaxing, especially with nervous, bantam, and virginal peony pressed against me.

"Kissing,"I answered, my cheeks going red as I remembered how wonderful Peony felt, our wet torso pressed together as she leaned against the edge of the bath, our hips humping, our clitorides rubbing together.

One of my kitty-cat tentacles fucking paeony 's cunny.

That was delectable, Merita, the lesbian stranger who had merged with my body, whispered in my judgment. It was because of her that I had the four tentacles that sprouted out of my sex. They were long and flexible, and as sensitive as my teat. It was such a delight to ream them in and out of a lady friend 's cunny or to sodomized her gut. I had plucked my roomy and lover Tabitha 's maidenhead then peony 's in the bath only minutes ago.

"It looked like you were doing more than kissing her,"Tabitha said, a wicked twinkle in her eye."She was gasping so hard. She had quite the going, a powerful curative for her hysterics."

"I may have used a tentacle on her,"I said.

Tabitha 's eyes widened."Henrietta, you ca n't do that."

I blinked. It was the low clock time since I met Tabitha yesterday that she had called me by my world-class name. Usually, she called me Etta. I stared at her as I pulled out a pick camisole from my chest of drawers, eager to dress.

"If someone finds out about your tentacles and freaks out ..."Tabitha bit her lip."They might kick you out of the school or something. I mean ..."Tabitha 's eyes flicked down to my blonde curls adorning my naked groin."I understand. And I guess peony must too, but ... what about the other young woman ? And the teacher ?"

"I know."I sighed, pulling the camisole over my pass and letting it fall across my small breasts and down to my hips. I pulled it down so it covered my mid thigh."But it was so sexy. Everyone was making making love around us. And Genf tongued your sphincter while rubbing your cunny, and your dumbbell were shaking, and paeony was so delicious and shy and afraid and vulnerable and enticing. I could n't resist. I lost control."

My stomach fell."What am I going to do tomorrow ? And the side by side day ? We 'll have the communal bath every morning. And every morning I 'll be surrounded by sex. Wonderful, delicious, proscribed cacoethes. Sapphic love. It 's over-the-top and I love it. And you know what happens when my cunny gets excited."

"Your kitty tentacles come out to play,"Tabitha sighed.

Which is why we need to witness the centre of my ship, Merita said. As soon as possible. Before another human confrontation it.

How will that help oneself my tentacle problem ? You have to possess me until the nanites cure me. When I found Merita 's crashed spaceship hold out night, an egg-shaped object in a crater which I mistook for a falling star, I tripped and broke my neck. I would deliver died if she did n't save me. But the nanites—which I did n't translate what those were, but apparently they were fiddling automatons inside my body repairing my wound, like little wind-up toy or something—were rejected by my torso. Merita had to possess me to let them function. How long will that drive ?

It 's going deadening than I hoped. It 'll be 24-hour interval. calendar week or more.

"the great unwashed are going to rule out,"I groaned, sinking onto my bed while I watched Tabitha pull on her stockings up her smooth, pallid second joint, her red hair swishing about her articulatio humeri and her knocker jiggling beneath her camisole. Her teat were hard, the material dilute enough to make them dark shadows that I wanted to give suck on.

My pussy itched. The tentacles squirmed inside of me as I grew wet.

This was no good. Everything was turning me on. I grew hysterical so easily, and I wanted to be cured. Right now. I had orgasmed in the bath as I pumped my tentacle in and out of paeony 's Virgin cunt, and I wanted more.

Needed more. It was so hot.

Sex is fantastic, Merita agreed. On my home satellite, I would make love to five or more females all day, just exploring each others holes with our tentacles, loving each former, and cumming over and over. It was a wonderful way to go on the day.

Images of the alien, sapphic bacchanal shot through my mind. Merita in the substance, her hairless, purple consistence writhing, the four tentacles, which sprouted from her hips and not her pussy, undulating as she caressed her buff. Their hide were all various hues of lilac and purpleness. Some had magnanimous white meat, other smaller, their nipple hard. They licked and sucked and fingered and tentacled each former, gasping and moaning. I could palpate them.

My tentacles burst from my puss, shooting out from beneath my underbodice, waving purple against my cutis."Merita,"I groaned."Do n't remember that stuff. I 'm trying to control my tentacles, not let them out."

Sorry, sorry.

Tabitha stopped pulling up her moment stocking and stared at the writhing tentacles. She squirmed, lecherousness burning in her green eye. I could almost hear her view. Wow, I love those tentacles, and they 're dripping in Etta 's juices. It would be so hot to clobber them right now. We do n't need to go to year. We can be no-show and enjoy ourselves.

I concentrated and my tentacles retracted back inside of me. Tabitha let out a sigh."We could n't get been truant,"I said absently,"we have to get to class."

Tabitha blinked and cocked her capitulum, staring at me.

"What ?"I frowned.

"Nothing, nil. I 'm surmisal I 'm that transparent. I just love your tentacles so much. They 're just wonderful. Especially when they 're touching me."Tabitha fell back on her bed, squeezing her thighs together."Oh, my hysterics are back. I 'm all fluttery and jittery. And now we have to get to class."

"Sorry,"I said.

I 'm sorry, too. I did n't mean to arouse you, Henrietta, or sweet Tabitha.

"Merita 's sorry, too."

Tabitha shook her head and then sat up."It must be wild to have an extraterrestrial being living in your mind."

"She does prove me naughty matter sometimes,"I admitted and grabbed my stockings. I pulled them on quickly."We break hurry. We 're dawdling. We do n't want to get a demerit."

And when are we going out to look for the core ?

lunch, I sighed. I can decamp it. But not breakfast. I am starving. My breadbasket proved me good by growling. okay. It 'll be just a few 60 minutes. Then we 'll ascertain it. I have the image scanner in my annulus. I had taken it from her ship before we left it concluding night.

After pulling on my stockings, I slipped on the two layers of underskirt. Our school uniform lacked foul-up of any sorting, which I found foreign. I felt so bare beneath my half-slip. But now I understood what sorting of school this was. I had a feeling that all sort of debauched, lesbian behavior occurred during school day hours under the pretence of curing"female hysterics."I had always been taught that fair sex did not feel the low, debased lusts like men, that we were purer creatures.

It was such a lie. We had them, too, we just called it something else and pretended it was a medical problem. But I did n't listen. The mind of a man touching me was far to a lesser extent appealing than a woman. I liked women.

I feared I was turning lesbian. No. I was a lesbian. And there was zippo wrong with that. No issue what the preacher or the regime said.

That 's right, Merita agreed. You 're puritanical religious belief and mores are so primitive. Sexuality is never wrong. It should always be explored.

I nodded my point and grabbed my ankle-length, gray chick, pulling it on over my half-slip. The two stratum gave me more hip than I had in substantial life. I pulled on my white blouse next, buttoning it up to my neck like a proper charwoman and tucking it into my skirt. Then I combed my hair while Tabitha tamed her hazardous, fiery mane. I pulled my blonde curl into pigtails—my preferred style—tying them with pinko ribbon. Tabitha did n't tie back her hair but let it fall in natural Wave around her freckled face. We laced up our heeled shoes and were make for class.

The early little girl of our floor bustled out of their rooms, wearing identical uniforms, their hair styled in different manner. Some were braided, like Prefect Hollands 's ash-blonde plait, others loose, like Peony 's lightlessness hair. The shy little girl glanced at me, her hands clutched before her, then she darted down the hallway.

"Well, she looks like a startled doe,"Tabitha muttered, giving me a worried look.

I swallowed and nodded my pass. What if she talked ? That would n't be good. I bit my lip as Tabitha and I held script. We walked with the former girls, a world-wide buzz from talking filling the corridor. Our dormitory lay on the fifth part and gamy story. As we descended the steps, girl from the fourth and tertiary floor joined us, all with big smile and blushful cheeks.

I bet they had their own Roman dash baths.

I took a trench breathing time, scared to face up my offset day of socio-economic class at the Kensington Boarding schooltime. The Harlan Stone walls of the star sign reverberated with talking as we swept down the stairs to the first floor. We followed the tide of girls through the halls towards the dining room for breakfast. A few of the shoal 's amah scurried by us in their black-and-white uniforms.

I wondered if they wore bloomers beneath their chick ?

My puss itched and my tentacles squirmed. My mammilla hardened in my blouse as a youthful housemaid, two years my senior, walked past times, her cheeks apple red and her blouse distortion to contain her large breasts.

"Wow, she is ample,"Tabitha whispered to me."I bet they are nice to pillow on."

Uh-huh, purred Merita. She conjured flare of the maid, au naturel and lying on a bed, her large boob forming soft mounds that beckoned.

Merita, stop that, I groaned as the heat increased between my thighs.

Sorry, sorry. I 'm not used to controlling my desires.

Well, it 's not uncanny on your planet to have tentacles, but it is on mine.

I took long, slow breaths, clenching Tabitha 's hand. My friend gave me a support smile, her lips so lush and sweet-scented and I knew just how kissable they were and how wonderful her hands were and how amazing it was to ...

Nope. Stop that.

Ahead of us was nanny Satchel Paige 's infirmary on Tabitha 's English of the hallway. The door opened and the nurse stepped out, a big smile on her brim, her cheeks rosy. Though she was only in her twenties, she had a motherly air about her, accented by her curvy soundbox. Her smile swept over the young lady walk by, many greeting her with polite,"Good morning, Nurse Paige."

"dawn, girlfriend,"the blonde nurse would reply.

And then she snagged Peony out of the crowd. The brown-haired girl gasped as nanny Paige, with dexterity that had to come with practice, hiked up both paeony 's skirt and two layers of petticoats, plunging her hand between the miss 's thighs and rubbing at her cunny.

"Yes, yes, you need to have your hysterics cured, my beloved,"Nurse Leroy Robert Paige beamed, and then she frowned."Although, what happened to your maidenhead, child ?"

peony 's boldness went red as she squirmed on the Nurse 's pumping fingers. Giggles erupted from the surrounding girl. I groaned as waves of heat washed through me. Yesterday, I had my first orgasm at the manpower of Nurse Paige during my physical. She licked my cunny and clitoris until I had my paroxysm of bliss.

She was a lesbian who enjoyed molesting the students under the guise of a medical examination treatment.

As Tabitha and I passed, the nursemaid 's arm hooked out and sequester Tabitha, pulling my friend close."And you have the fiery bloodline of the Celts in you. I know that means you need to have your hysterics cured."

Our fingerbreadth parted. I turned to my supporter, trying to snatch her deal, but the tide of girls carried me away.

"No, no, I 'm o.k.,"Tabitha protested as nanny Paige deftly lifted her annulus and half-slip with one bridge player and plunged between my lover 's thigh."Oh, oh, Nurse Paige."

"Hmm, another girl that 's lost her maidenhead."The nanny tutted her tongue.

"Sorry, Etta,"Tabitha moaned."I-I 'll catch up with up."

I swallowed and nodded, forced along with the other lady friend to breakfast while my buff was fingered by the nursemaid. Her groan and peony 's echoed over the bombination of conversation. My poor people cunny was on fire. Tentacles squirmed in my depth, aegir to explode out and play. It was n't fair.

I was so steamy. Why did Nurse Paige choose Tabitha ? I could have had so a great deal fun with them. Nurse Leroy Robert Paige could deliver plunged her finger's breadth into my cunny, and her thumb could have rubbed my clitoris. I would gasp and moan and have my orgasm. Then I would n't be so wet and horny and squirmy. And—

Tentacles flowed out of my pussy. They wrapped about my second joint, smearing slit juice onto my soma and stockings. I groaned, my tentacles so spiritualist. I closed my eyes for a present moment, fighting to get them to abjure and grateful for my chick and bed of petticoat so no one could see them.

My brow furrowed and the tentacles, reluctantly, slithered back inside of me. I gasped as they moved against the wall of my snatch, the clash delicious. And then my cunny relaxed, no longer stretched wide open by them.

I sighed. If nursemaid Satchel Paige had fingered me, they would have sprouted.

I know, it is unspeakable, Henrietta. I wish you could give birth all the fun you want. I 'm sorry.

It 's not your fault. I would be dead without you. I took a thick breathing place. Besides, I am developing feelings for you. I 'll be ever so sad when you leave.

Me, too. You and Tabitha are so sweet.

As we reached the dining Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, I imagined I could hear Tabitha moaning her pleasure. Yes, yes, yes, Nurse Paige. curative my hysterics. Your fingerbreadth are so late into my cunny. Oh, yes. Oh, wow.

Her Bible sounded so open in my resourcefulness. I sighed, biting my lip. I had to quit dwelling on sex. It was breakfast. I looked around for a place to sit, all the table ladled with phonograph recording of sausage and Bacon and toast and jams.

"You can sit with us,"Jeane called. She was the tallest little girl on my trading floor. She patted an empty seat at the table beside her. There was a minute place open that Tabitha could take.

"Thanks,"I said, taking a seat. I squirmed to get comfortable, my clitoris aching between my thighs.

"Lucky peony and Tabitha getting fingered by Nurse Paige,"sighed Darcy who sat across from me, a pinko bow surmounting the top of her Brown University hair, holding it back off her shoulders. She was an sr. girl than me, nineteen."Last year, she only fingered me twice on the way to breakfast."

"But she was always fingering Marguerite,"Maria said, another sometime girl. She had such beautiful dimples as she smiled, which set off her sandy-blonde gyre.

"Who ?"I asked.

"Oh, she graduated last twelvemonth. I hear she married a banker and hired a scrumptious amah who knows how to use her tongue."Maria giggled."I know all my housemaid will have to be so skilled when I set up my house."

"It is a shame we have to marry men,"I sighed.

They all giggled."But if we did n't, then who would make up the money ?"asked quintet, a new girl like me. She sat beside Maria."I have various suitors back base. All three are wealthy, even if they are such boors. Not like this blank space. It is so ... stimulating."

Your people are so primitive. Women should be free to earn their own money and marry each former if they want.

I agree, Merita. I would end up marrying a rich tike, too, probably one of my father 's occupation associates. Then I would consume a dainty house, raise his shaver, and hoped I lived close enough to Tabitha so we could have"tea"everyday.

We joked about the value of a amah who knew how to use her spit and a cook who knew how to use a Daucus carota sativa, which I thought was wicked. Tabitha appeared after ten or so proceedings, her face flushed, and a huge grin on her face. She plopped down in the discharge president and gave me a quick kiss on the impertinence before piling her home plate with sausage and kippers.

"Boy, Nurse Paige really knows how to ready a girl for the day."

Darcy gave an enthusiastic nod.

After breakfast, it was fourth dimension for class. I would have Math with young lady Maurine short circuit, Natural skill with Madalyn Virgo, side with fille femme fatale Averill, then lunch—Please discover the nub, Henrietta—followed by Latin with misfire Erma Northrop, and end Philosophy with missy Marilynn Gully. Tabitha shared my schedule, which I found to be a relief, but early girls had dissimilar ones and the sometime young woman had a few different courses.

"Do you have any theme where these suite are ?"I asked Tabitha as we left the dining hall, the maiden coming in to clear up the wad from breakfast.

"Vaguely,"Tabitha said."I did arrive the day before you, and I took the time to explore. All the classrooms are on the showtime and secondment floors. And I recall that Miss Maurine 's classroom is on the first flooring and ... well, there she is."

Tabitha pointed to the woman with her disastrous hair twisted into whorl heading down the mansion house. We hurried after. We could n't get lost if we followed our teacher to year. Which made us the showtime too arrive. We took rear end up front, our back straights. text books lay on each of the table, the covers battered and worn by geezerhood of eager students.

I swallowed. Arithmetic had never been my strongest suite. But the Kensington embarkment School believed in educating young cleaning woman as strenuously as vernal men. Many of its graduates would apply for school day at oxford or Cambridge while others used the prestige and refinement to serve land a better matrimony match.

And then hirer a maid who knew how to use her tongue.

As much as I hated mathematics, there was one skillful thing about it—the case was so wearisome sex was driven from my thinking. Merita was no avail, despite how go on her masses were. Her people used base eight math. I had trouble understanding just what that meant, but Merita had no understanding of our base ten mathematics. I did n't even know our maths was base ten.

When the year ended, I had a headache.

Tabitha 's immature eyes were equally glazed. I took her hand and the pair of us navigated the schooling to the cancel science schoolroom. It took us a few untrue starts to line up misfire Madalyn 's classroom. It turned out to be on the first floor, not the endorsement, and we were almost late.

"There you are, little girl,"beamed misfire Madalyn, a adult female in a Negroid garb, her brown hair in a bun, and a favorable smile on her backtalk."You must be Tabitha,"she said, giving my admirer a warm, inviting hug."So that makes you Henrietta."

"It does, miss Madalyn,"I said before she swept me up into her embrace.

She had a wondrous smell about her, an exciting essence. I was so aware of her consistency pressed against mine, her hand on the humble of my back as she rubbed her cheek on mine. A wonderful thrill passed through me.

I wondered just how favorable she was as a teacher.

"Now, let 's get started on learning,"she said, breaking the kiss."We 'll start out with geology. I believe that will give you a great foundation when we move into inorganic chemistry in a few hebdomad. Now, on the table on the spine I have many sampling of endocarp ..."

She lectured us on the three character of rocks—igneous, metamorphic, and sedimentary—showing us examples of each. We handled them and stared at the grains with magnifying lens of the eye. She had rocks from all over England and beyond, her voice so excited as she talked about it.

Teaching was clearly her passion.

"okeh,"she said as we stood to leave,"I want you all to drop a line an essay tonight on what your preferred eccentric of rock-and-roll is and why."

"Yes, Miss Madalyn,"we all said as we marched out.

Tabitha yawned and stretched."Boy, only two classes down and I 'm already so tired. I just want to go up to our way and—"

She clamped her jaw shut as a maid bustled up to us in her black dress, white proscenium tied across the front, and a little, white cap resting on her brown scroll. She had doe center and a polite smile on her face as she stopped before me.

"Miss Henrietta, I 'm to escort you to the Headmistress 's office."

Tabitha groaned. My stomach clenched."M-me ?"

"Yes, Miss."The maid gave me a comforting smile, her optic apologetic."I am sorry, young lady, but I have my instructions. This way."

"But I have English next."

"Miss femme fatale will be informed on the reason you are missing her class. You will not be in trouble."Her feeling implied, Not in any more trouble. Poor thing, summoned to the headmistress 's office on her low gear day, and such an innocent lamb. What could she have done ?

"zippo,"I muttered, and then my stomach twisted more. Peony. What if Peony told Nurse Satchel Paige about my tentacles ?

I threw a looking over my shoulder at Tabitha. She watched me with misgiving as I followed the amah down the G. Stanley Hall. My affection round faster and faster with each footfall. I chewed on my lowly lip as the maid led me from the hustle of the student leaving our social class and down to the world-class floor. Our step echoed through the student residence. The maid walked with a potent back and a brisken stride.

I wanted to dawdle.

What do I do, Merita ?

Pretend you do n't have any tentacles, she suggested. Humans do n't. If Peony did tell, you just have to proceed them under ascendancy. If the Headmistress does n't see them, then she wo n't believe Peony. It 's the but chance.

I took a bass breathing space. I hope you 're right.

Her logic made sense, but the cold pit of fear which had settled into my belly did not care. I clutched my hands before me. My finger's breadth worked together, stroking, playing, trying to distract me from my impending discipline.

The housemaid led me to a door."Here we are, Miss."She gave me a comforting smile again that spoke, poor lamb. I hope the Headmistress is n't too hard on her. Then she knocked smartly on the dark-stained room access."Headmistress, I 've brought the girl."

"Good, thoroughly, you may go about your responsibility, Sallie,"a austere voice said."miss Henrietta, enter."

I swallowed.

Sallie gave my shoulder a power play before she bustled off. I grasped the tan door handgrip, twisted, and pushed my way into the business office. The rampart were covered in wickedness, Ellen Price Wood panelling, hiding the stone wall, and there were several bookshelves. A vase of flowers set on a plinth on one side of the room. opposite word, hanging on the wall, were various types of canes and paddle. I swallowed, wondering which would be used on me. Sitting behind a large, neat desk was Headmistress Edna Neville. A spartan bun of ignominious hair pulled taut the skin of her forehead, making her seem even sterner. She wore a red dress, buttoned to the neck and held closed by an off-white broach. She stood, her back straight, and stared at me with dark eyes.

I swallowed, hands clasped before me, my knees knocking.

"Nurse Leroy Robert Paige told me something interesting today,"the Headmistress said, her voice musical and commanding all at the same time. She walked around her desk, a rock to her hip, her reheel boots thudding on the wooden story."And it made me quite peculiar to reveal the truth."

paeony did separate. Ooh, and after I made her cum so hard. This is how she thanks me ?

"What is that, Headmistress ?"I asked, trying to keep back the fear from my voice.

Her smile grew on her lips, a dangerous grin."Strip."

I swallowed."Strip, Headmistress ?"

"Yes,"she purred."Do not narrate me you are stupid, girl. It is a common word in side. Do I have to define it ?"I heard the terror in her tone. If you make me determine it, girl, I will bend you over my desk and flush your ass.

"No, Headmistress, I know what it means, I was just ... shocked. This does n't seem appropriate."

"I determine what is and is not appropriate at my school, missy Henrietta. So you will plunder off every clause of clothing and show me that pretty, nubile body of yours. Nurse Leroy Robert Paige has painted quite the descriptive narrative of the magic spell of your youthful flesh."

"She did ?"My cheeks warmed. She knows about my pussy tentacles. She wants to see them.

Her eyebrows raised."You are not stripping. If I make it to my wall and you have n't begun strip down, I will fill down one of those instruments and apply it with a good deal vigor on your backside."

I squeaked,"Yes, Headmistress,"and my hands went to my blouse. I just had to keep in mastery of my passions. As long as they did n't go out of dominance, as long as my tentacles did n't sprout, nix would go faulty. I would be perfectly fine.

I just had to rest in control. I could stick in control.

My digit worked the button of my blouse as she walked to the bulwark covered in her legal document of discipline. My finger's breadth blurred as they worked down my front. I had my blouse undone and untucked from my doll by the sentence she reached the rampart. I quickly folded it and set it on her desk.

She touched a boat paddle and turned as I unfastened the push cinching my skirt tight about my shank.

"Pity,"she sighed then watched me strip. Her middle were red-blooded, a smile curling up the corners of her lips.

A tingle of excitement rippled through my body. My tit hardened against my camisole as I folded my skirt and set it atop my blouse resting on her desk. I took off my half-slip next, slipping them out from beneath my camisole and adding them to the pile of clothing. I leaned against her desk and pulled off my shoes. Then my stockings.

Her smiling grew and seemed to communicate without row : What lush branch. Nurse Paige was right about her. She is a gorgeous matter. Now let 's see all the charms. Take off the underbodice, girl.

Her voice sounded so real in my promontory. My imagination so creative today. Her smoldering eyes made my trunk flush hotter, my cunny growing wet. This was dangerous. I drew off my camisole over my body, revealing my blonde curls and my small breasts.

The Headmistress purred in delight.

"Yes, yes, yes, Nurse Satchel Paige was right. You are a endearing thing."She walked to me as I stood before her desk, the air common cold, my cutis pebbling, and my nipples aching so severely. I rubbed my men up and down my arms, feeling the goose pimples as I shivered.

But the coldness did n't rob me of my fervidness. Not with her heart burning as they looked at me. She reached out and cupped my small chest. Her ovolo swiped over my nipple. I could n't serve the moan that escaped my lips.

My tentacles squirmed in my pussy.

Her paw trailed down my stomach."Now Nurse Leroy Robert Paige treated two of your schoolfellow this morning for hysterics : Tabitha Smythe and Peony Featherton."

I squirmed, her fingers drawing lines of exhilaration across my venter and then to my groin."I heard her figure the discovery in the corridor this aurora, Headmistress."

Her digit toyed with the curls of my cunt."When Nurse Paige gave the fille a physical two days ago, both had entire maidenhead. Normally, Nurse Satchel Paige enjoys breaking a offspring girl 's maidenhead in her place, to make sure it is done as painlessly as possible."And pleasurably, I imagined the Headmistress adding. She has such a satyr for a Virgo 's cherry."So she was greatly frustrated to discover both girls had their cherry tree well-plucked before she got her greedy hands on them."

"I-I 'm sorry she was disappointed,"I said, the Headmistress 's finger moving lower, sliding towards my hot, wet flesh.

She caressed my pussy backtalk. I groaned, biting my lip and fighting my tentacles. They wanted to come out. To wind about the Headmistress, to screw her cunny and sod her sphincter muscle. Then to caress her large boob straining her dress and realise her squeal.

Fight it, Merita whispered. Think about disgusting men. Your humans 's male are all hairy and lousy and lechers. Do n't call up about her finger rubbing at your cunny lips.

Trying not to, I moaned back.

"Mmm, just delicious,"purred the headmistress. Her fingers rubbed at my physical body. I trembled, whimpering. Her early bridge player shot around me, grasping my nude ass, squeezing hard. She pressed against me. She was taller than me, her eyes looking down, burning with such lust.

And then her fingers pressed into my pussy. Two of them reaching in deeply, nearing the tentacles squirming and aching to burst out of my cunny. I shivered, groaning, fighting the sinful hotshot bursting through me. Her digit pumped in and out. They felt wonderful.

Her ovolo swiped about my clitoris. I gasped and shuddered. My eyes rolled back in my straits. I grit my teeth, my fingers grasping her dark-red apparel at the articulatio coxae, gathering the textile as I struggled not to generate into the pleasance and let out my tentacles.

"You also have lost your virginal membrane since this yesterday,"the Headmistress purred. She leaned in and licked my ear."Tabitha and Peony said you took theirs. But they were n't specific on how. Did you add a dildo with you to schooltime ?"

I froze for a single second. She does n't eff about the tentacles, Merita.

goodness. But do n't loose, keep fighting, Merita said as my tentacles squirmed more.

I gasped, my pussy clenching down on the Headmistress 's fingers as they probed so deep into my juicy pussy, almost touching the tentacles. I fought again, groaning, squirming. I shivered as her glossa licked my ear again, her finger's breadth digging into my ass.

"Y-yes, I brought a dildo ... with me. My-my friend gave it to me. S-said I would necessitate it at boarding school."

"Even though you were a virgin ?"

"Uh-huh. And then ... after I learned ... from Nurse Paige ... Tabitha and I ... played with it ... and then with Peony ... and ... and ..."I was so confining to cumming. My tentacles were so aegir to explode out of me. Her thumb friction on my clitoris was too much. My body shook and convulsed."I ... I ..."

"Am a dirty strumpet,"hissed the Headmistress."Yes, yes, a cheating loose woman who brought a dildo to my school and used it on my Virgo. That 's nanny Paige 's prerogative. You wo n't use it on any to a greater extent female child'hymens. You will let our school nurse perform her medical checkup procedure, and use her dildo on the girls. rightfield ?"

"Y-yes, Headmistress,"I moaned, trembling.

She ripped her fingers out of my cunt, leaving me gasping and trembling. I swayed as she stepped back and smiled at her glistening digit. Pussy succus trickled down my second joint. My nipples were so punishing. I had to cum. I needed to cum. Even if it meant my tentacles would be exposed.

"Please, Headmistress. I ..."

She smiled, bringing her fingers to her sass and licking off my sweet musk."Please hand you release ?"

"Yes. I ... I ... I need it. I 'm so hysterical right now."

"I can tell."She turned around."Unbutton me."

I flew to her, working the push down the back of her dress. The frock was stiff, possessing a built in whalebone corset, which pulled on the clit, making it hard to loosen. But I persevered. The garb slipped off her shoulder joint, revealing her underbodice. She wiggled out of her skirt, then I ripped down her petticoats as she pulled off her camisole. She turned, her breasts boastfully, her mamilla fat and hard. A midst, grim bush covered her pussy, matted by her excitement. She wore only reheel iron boot that when up to her knees and stockings held up by supporter cinched tight about her amphetamine thighs.

"I have just the think for you,"she purred,"but only if you get it nice and wet."

She walked to her desk, opened a draftsman, and pulled out a large, phallic-shaped object made out of polished ebony. She licked the wooden shaft—A dildo, gasped Merita—as she sat on her desk, spreading her branch wide.

"Use it on me. Get it soaked with my pussy juice. Then I 'll use it on you."

"Yes, Headmistress,"I moaned. Could my tentacles sprouted if my cunny was plugged with the thick dildo ?

Maybe, Merita answered.

I took the wooden dildo. It was polished to such a fluid surface so there was no possible action of sliver. I knelt before the headmistress. The strong odor of her lady of pleasure cunt filled my nose. I leaned in, licking hungrily at her twat, her curly pubic hair's-breadth tickling my face as my glossa slid through her folds. She groaned, leaning back, shuddering as I caressed her clitoris.

She moaned, humping against my human face, her hands squeezing her tits as my tongue danced around her clit. I brought the dildo to the sheep pen of her pussy, pressing against them. Her puss lips were loggerheaded, protruding from her vulva. She was n't nasty like Tabitha and me. I moved down, nuzzling and sucking on her pussy brim as I forced the dildo into her.

"Yes,"the Headmistress moaned, her legs quiver as I worked the dildo deep into her cunny."Oh, you sweet honey, yes. ass my cunt. Stretch it out. Yes, yes yes, then I 'm going to fuck you. Oh, yes, what a sweet dear."

My tongue licked and sucked at her labia and clitoris as I pumped the dildo in and out of her cunny. I gripped the end, pushing in and out, her succus lubing the way. They clung to the coal black prick. It was thick, bigger than one of my tentacles, and it was so stimulate to function it in and out of her cunt. She groaned, the desk creaking as she squirmed.

My nipples and clitoris ached so badly. The tentacles writhed in my pussy, teasing me. succus trickled down my thighs. I concentrated on licking her pussycat, not thinking about my own pleasure as the Headmistress pinched her huge, fat nipples.

"Yes, yes, yes, you little slut. Oh, you are so eager. Mmm, one day and we 've turned you into a pussy-hungry tribade. Oh, yes. Yes. This is why I took the job as Headmistress. To keep the tradition of the schoolhouse active. To head youth women like you into the joy society denies us. Oh, yes. sustain tonguing me as you fuck that vast dildo into me. Oh, you 're going to love it when I fuck you with it."

I moaned in agitation."Yes, yes, I need my waiver, too."

"spring me mine, and then I will ream you to your orgasm, Miss Henrietta."

She fell back on her desk, humping against me. Her fingers dug deep into her overweight mounds. Her garden pink nipples waved atop her peaks. I wanted to crawl up her and suck on one as I fucked the dildo in and out of her depths.

Why not ?

I stood up, still slamming the dildo in and out of her, and leaned over. I sucked on a intemperate nipple with my viscous mouth. She gasped and bucked as I engulfed the fat nub. It was twice the size of Tabitha 's nipple. I loved it in my mouth. I sucked so hard.

"You wonderful trollop,"she moaned, thrashing."Oh, yes. Oh, Lord, that 's good. Oh, yes, yes, yes !"

She bucked and heaved as she orgasmed. She screamed wordless pleasure, too lots exaltation flowing through her to speak. My imagination conjured tidings for her : Oh, yes, what a luscious slovenly woman. Oh, Lord, she 's good. I love it. Oh, she 's going to be a wild one. Oh, yes. So good. misfire Henrietta is amazing.

I smiled as I squirmed. My pussy tentacles ached to burst out. I lifted my lips from her tit as she spasmed a concluding metre. Then she grinned at me, her case flushed. She leaned up, seized my hip joint, and kissed me hard.

My tentacles peeked out of my pussy as I shuddered in her embrace. Her glossa licked at my lips, tasting her bawd juices staining me. Her titty brushed my titty, our nipples caressing. I groaned, straining to keep my tentacles in line.

She broke the kiss, grinning. She pushed me back and hopped off her desk, tits jiggling."Now it 's time for me to have sex you. Bend that pretty ass over my desk so I can sodomize you."

"S-sodomize ?"I gasped as."You 're not fucking my cunny ?"

"With a bottom that cute, I ca n't resist."She smacked my rear before she pushed me to her desk."Bend over and so I can bugger you."

My asshole clenched. I had enjoyed buggering myself with a tentacle last night. I leaned over, my thighs tight. My tentacle still peeked out. I groaned, forcing it back inside before she noticed anything. She was too busy attaching a leather harness about her waist she had pulled from her desk, the dildo thrusting from it.

I remembered what Prefect Geneva had said about the Headmistress strapping her dildo to her like a real cock and buggering her bookman. This should n't be a surprise.

But it was. A rattling surprise.

The dildo dripped with her pussy cream as she moved to me. I watched her, squirming against her desk. She grasped my butt-cheeks and parted them. She spat right on my sphincter. I gasped at the tangency of her fluids.

"Oh, yes, you have such a cute rear. I ca n't reject. I love sodomizing young lady with my big dildo."

She placed the tip at my asshole and then she thrust.

I gasped as my sphincter gave way to her dildo, lubed by her pussycat pick. She slid deeper and deeper into my asshole. The burn delight barb to my cunt. The intense friction sent waves of heating system rippling to my cunny.

And my tentacles.

I lost control.

They sprouted, rubbing against my thighs as the Headmistress 's dildo buried into the depths of my ass. She had buggered me with every in of the toy. I gasped, squirming, my bowels clenching down on her dildo as my tentacles rubbed against my second joint. Every brush stroke sent tingle through me.

"Oh, yes, you love it, slut,"groaned the Headmistress.

She drew back. My gut clung to her dildo. The friction was acute. I groaned, my centre rolling back into my head. It was so thick. It stretched me out. My tentacles wrapped about my thighs, two on each, constricting and relaxing. I wanted to ship them out and touch her.

But I held back.

She slammed back into me. Her thrusting hard. Her groin smacked into my butt-cheeks. I gasped, watching her over my articulatio humeri. Her breasts jiggled with the impingement of our soma. Her hands grasped my hip. She moaned, drawing back her hips and then fucking into me again.

Over and over. I grunted each clip. The clash ignited bliss with every bump. My bowels clung to her dick as she sodomized me over and over. My fingerbreadth gripped the edge of the desk as my tentacles rubbed up and down my thighs, shooting rapture to my cunt and mixing with the seventh heaven of her dildo reaming my asshole.

"Yes, yes, yes, Headmistress,"I gasped, my pigtails tossing back and forth."sodomist me. I love it. Oh, this is so hot."

"It is,"she moaned."Oh, yes, it is. make my dildo. Oh, you little trollop. Scream out how much you love it when I sodomize you."

"I love it so much. Harder ! Faster ! I need my handout. Please, please, give it to me."

The desk rocked. She buggered me so hard. My centre rolled back into my head. The joy built in my CORE. My teat rubbed on the cold surface of her desk. My hips undulated as her diagonal grew harder and faster.

The joy flare-up in her mind. I felt it. Her thoughts screamed out how much she loved buggering me. The dildo 's base pressed on her button. I was so caught up in the charge of being fucked, it hardly registered that I was sensing her pleasure.

Her thoughts.

Like I had all day. I was n't imagining what people were saying, but hearing their cerebration.

"Yes, yes, yes, you little slut,"she hissed in my head. So much fun to bugger a pretty, little thing. Look at those asscheeks writhe. And she 's mean. Oh, the pressure on my clitoris is intense. I 'm going to cum so gruelling from sodomizing her.

"Yes, yes, cum, Headmistress,"I begged, my hips bucking up, our flesh slapping hard together. My tentacles clenched about my pegleg, gripping them, savoring the feel of them. The delight rippled up them to my snatch."Cum with me. I ... I ..."

"Cum you filthy whore !"

Her Son triggered my paroxysms. My tentacles pulsed around my branch as kitty-cat juice squirted out of my spasming cunny. My pussy clenched and relaxed on the tentacles, savoring their girth while my bowels writhed about her poking dildo.

The intense delight flooded through my body. It crashed through my judgement. So lots. My oculus rolled back into my head. I groaned and gasped. I shuddered, undulating my hips, drinking in More and more of the bliss. I moaned out with every new wafture of rapture flooding through me.

Such a good ass to sodomize. Oh, yes, I 'm going to cum so difficult. She 's such a slut. Oh, yes. search at her sphincter taking my dildo. It 's stretched so wide. So obscenely wide.

I felt her orgasm as she slammed into me. I screamed with her as a second volley of joy blastoff through me. My tentacles clenched so hard on my legs it hurt. I moaned, fighting the urge to let them go wild as the joy boiled through me. The Headmistress buried her dildo into my profoundness, her fingernails biting into my hips as her fingers clenched.

"Oh, you wonderful slut,"she panted, her orgasm cresting in her."Oh, you were amazing. Mmm, yes. Just what I needed."

"Me, too,"I sighed as my tentacles retracted back inside of me.

She pulled out of me, my asshole gaping open, feeling so empty. Then she froze. I sensed disbelief from her. She had glimpsed my tentacles retracting into my cunny. She blinked. No, no, I could n't get seen that. Impossible.

I sighed in stand-in. She dismissed it as a legerdemain of motion.

"Miss Henrietta, you may dress and go."She paused."And remember, leave the deflowering to our medical staff."

"Yes ... Headmistress ..."I panted.

And now it is lunch time, Merita said. metre to find the inwardness before any humans hit on it.

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Miss Marilynn Gully and Daisy the Maid finished consuming the nub 's canister, leaving only the flashing ignitor behind. The two rose. It had taken hours to take in it, the nanites patiently dissolving more and Thomas More of the metal to leave the resources so they could link up to More entities and see the computer.

... connect ...

Both char, joined by the metal tentacle buried in both their slit, walked as one, side by side, across the grassy moorland. Their thoughts were to the full of upheaval. New tentacles grew in both their pussy, eager to connect to other women.

And there were many of them at the school.

... connect ...

"Yes,"Daisy and Marilynn said in unison."So many girls to connect to."

They shuddered, eager for the ecstasy to come.

To be continued ...